Laze Take A Seat (2000 Remix) Lyrics

Take A Seat (2000 Remix) Lyrics

Your shit is pop like pop rocks with joke rhymes like knock knocks



Who got props?The kid who's rising like hot stocks



In a bear market, watch as I spark it like a Zippo



Emcees is hungry like hippos but ignore when I flip those



Lyrical flapjacks your mack raps are so droll



So as I stroll down memory lane y'all was so-so



Wack production with no original intent



Results in a bullshit release and the sales don't make a dent



In the money that you're oweing so your mama's hoeing



Try to pay the bills with no skills and no flowing



Experience is vital but if you worshipping idols like money



It's fucking funny how a dummy like you raps like a mummy



Your shit is bummy, and your exterior ain't calm



Stressing on your broke ass like broke glass from a neutron bomb



So as you taste defeat and make to meet your maker



I'll break a beat so take a seat you motherfucking faker







Don't even start with me you can't dishearten me by showing me



All the bullshit records hitting hard from artists that's blowing the



Dick of their collective disrespective record labels



Telling fables of large money when their ass is getting set up to be shot



POP POP to 2 that flocked and sold some units



The brothers behind the triggers serving their rulers like some eunuchs



So Mista Puffy No Nuts smiled when he saw those guts



'Cause artists make the most money when they're dead, and their family's
fucked



Who's screaming conspiracy?Not me, but please see



Who has got the most to benefit from a bullet in an emcee?



Do ya feel me?Nothing can save you



'Cause this is the season of some ill ass behavior



Fuck the set up by my producer if that happens it's suicide



And no motherfuckas left wondering how the fuck I died



My mouth is bitter from the nasty taste of defeat



Put your money where your gun is, and keep that shit up off the street



Take a seat







Let me give you a chair for your fat ass 'cause I need to explain something



I've been in this for years through tears heartache and bluffing



I never got shook by an emcee with a quicker styler than me they bore me



I be the creative one of the bunch eating suckers for lunch blah blah blah end
of story



So what's happened to the unfortunate few, the unfortunate crews that faced
me



I defaced statues of their mothers brothers and others closely related ('till
they hated me)



Then I embarass them in public with polysyllabic rhymes



While their monochromatic topic choices get squashed in these highly developed
lines



Artists and partisans can't claim to be harder than the hardest bends and



Twists and turns in these lyrical mazes diasporic behaviors by Laze it's



Yet another corner of the style that Bone Thugs couldn't harmonize



And others digging they way straight to Hell as they watch my Buddhist karma
rise



So what's the next plateau for me like Ultramag's first release



Cure a disease?Oh brother please, been there done that and ate the feast



My lyrics tick like sand in the hourglass and I expand these beats



'Till they burst at the seams things ain't what they seem remember that when we
meet



Take a seat